it came in a box...
a big lotta postal lovin'. small things that i enjoy, from someone i adore. such a good friend, she seems to know when i need a pick-me-up.
i forget, sometimes, just how very fortunate i am...how wealthy all the wonderful people in my life make me.
i *am* a fortunate son.
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i gots pitchers here
i'm a rambling man
i ain't ever gonna change
i got a gypsy soul to blame
and i was born for leaving
--zac brown band (colder weather)
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